Chapter 84 Drunk 1

Yu Qin traveled light this time, bringing only a photographer to Paris, without even an assistant.

Yu Qin thought, since Jiang Yanyu has his own makeup artist and the show venue is fully equipped with stage sets, he could just bring fewer people with him, save money on the trip, and then quickly return to shoot other shows.

Yu Qin originally didn't want to go to Paris, but when he thought of Jiang Yanyu's sponsorship, he was afraid that his subordinates would not be able to serve this financial sponsor well and something might go wrong, so he went there in person.

Sitting in the economy class all the way, when he got off the plane, Yu Qin hadn't slept for twenty hours.

After going through customs and security at the airport for most of the day, when leaving the airport, Yu Qin wanted to take a taxi to the hotel to store the equipment, but his cell phone rang first.

Looking closely, he saw that it was a call from Jiang Yanyu on the screen. Yu Qin coughed to clear his throat and answered the call with full concentration.

As soon as the call was connected, loud electronic music came out from the receiver, deafening and making Yu Qin's ears hurt.

"Hello? Mr. Jiang, can you hear me?" Yu Qin covered his other ear and said, "Hello?"

"The show shooting tonight is cancelled. I'll send someone to pick you up to the hotel. We'll talk about other things tomorrow." Jiang Yanyu finished speaking in one breath and hung up the phone immediately without giving Yu Qin a chance to say anything.

"Mr. Jiang? Jiang Yanyu!"

There was only a busy tone in the receiver. After Yu Qin shouted something, he dropped his hands with lifeless eyes and stared blankly at the vehicles passing by outside the airport.

The young cameraman held the equipment tightly and asked cautiously, "Director Yu? What did Mr. Jiang say?"

Yu Qin slowly turned his eyes and stared at the cameraman in silence for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Rich people, evil capitalists! You're using ordinary people's time as entertainment, right? You're inhumane and shameless!"

Just as he finished speaking, a stretched Maybach slowly drove over and stopped in front of the two of them.

The window of the back seat slowly dropped down. A strange handsome man wearing sunglasses leaned against the window and asked coldly, "Yu Tan?"

"Yes...I'm Yu Qin." Yu Qin swallowed and replied.

Bai Shengyun nodded and waved towards the back of the car. Several European men in black suits came over and took away all the equipment in the hands of the two men.

"Get in the car." Bai Shengyun said.

Yu Qin didn't dare to move. He stood there and asked hesitantly, "Excuse me, who are you...?"

"Friend of Jiang Yanyu, I have something to talk to you about. Come up quickly." Bai Shengyun sighed and said impatiently.

"Okay, okay." Yu Qin bent over to open the door, climbed into the car carefully, and winked at the cameraman, asking him to follow him in.

The car was filled with a strong minty scent, which entered Yu Qin's nose and made his throat itchy and he wanted to cough.

There are four seats in the back seat, two facing each other. Yu Qin originally wanted to sit diagonally opposite Bai Shengyun to avoid his sight.

However, Bai Shengyun patted the seat next to him and motioned for Yu Qin to sit over there. "Jiang Yanyu and his wife have something to do today, so the filming schedule has been delayed."

So what does this person want from him?

Yu Qin smiled ingratiatingly, sat down next to Bai Shengyun, and asked, "So who are you looking for...?"

Bai Shengyun touched his nose, pointed at the cameraman, coughed and said, "Have him pretend to be a documentary director and help me film someone."

Having been in the entertainment industry for a long time, Yu Qin knew the methods of the bored playboy. This guy simply had his eyes on a certain little star and wanted to mess with them, the office animals.

Yu Qin was disdainful in his heart, but put on a humble smile on his face, "But we still have to go and film Mr. Jiang. If the production team can't catch up, I won't be able to explain myself when I go back."

"You go and shoot by yourself, and lend it to me. Just shoot for two weeks in a row," Bai Shengyun said.

"But......"

"Eight hundred thousand," Bai Shengyun said, "You can discuss among yourselves and see how to divide it."

His annual income in recent years has only been 800,000!

Yu Qin and the cameraman looked at each other, remained silent for a few seconds, and answered in unison: "Okay, no problem!"

"As for Mr. Jiang, do you know the specific shooting time?" Yu Qin asked.

Bai Shengyun shrugged, yawned and said, "I don't know, he and his wife went out partying, you wait for him to notify you."

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As night fell, the street lights on both sides of the Seine gradually lit up. Tourist boats and cruise ships passed by on the river, and the lights on the boats were reflected on the river surface, causing rippling waves.

Most of the boats were filled with tourists who were out for a night tour and sightseeing, except for a small cruise ship decorated with neon lights. Not only was the hull brightly lit, but it was also playing ear-piercing dubstep electronic music that seemed to be shaking the entire river surface.

Wherever the neon cruise ship passed by, pedestrians on both sides turned their heads and cast curious glances.

The strong aroma of wine filled the air. Luo Qinglin stood on the deck of the cruise ship, feeling dizzy from the smell. There was a faint fishy smell in the wind, but this smell seemed insignificant amid the strong smell of alcohol and did not attract anyone's attention.

Luo Qinglin's original plan was to go back to the hotel first and wait to bring Yu Qin to the shoot.

But after holding hands, Jiang Yanyu suddenly had a sudden change of mind and pulled him into the designer's car, saying that she wanted to take him to the after party.

Luo Qinglin originally thought that the after party was to find a quiet place to gather, chat and have a few drinks.

But Étincelle's after party was as outrageous as its show. Models, brands and guests did not go to nightclubs to have fun, but instead found a fancy cruise ship to go crazy in public.

When Luo Qinglin arrived, the people in the cabin were already drunk, and couples were hugging and kissing each other.

The male and female models were dancing with poles in their arms, saying that they were going to compete. The audience would pour wine on whoever they thought danced best.

The clothes were soaked with wine, so the models naturally had to take off their clothes. After a few rounds of competition, everyone was left with only their underwear, and their skin and hair were covered with sweat and wine.

Flashing lights, wine, scattered clothes, panting, laughter, lips and teeth entwined, the whole cabin was filled with unbridled desire.

Luo Qinglin had never seen such a scene of feasting and drinking, and he was extremely panicked. He took the wine handed to him by the waiter, lowered his head and walked towards the stairs, and quickly fled to the deck.

Although there were "couples" on the deck hugging, kissing, and saying sweet words to each other, fortunately they were all wearing clothes and did not go as far as the people in the cabin.

Luo Qinglin covered his face with the back of his hands and stretched half of his body outside the railing, trying to let the night breeze blow away the shy heat.

Luo Qinglin entered the door first just now and fled in a hurry, not noticing Jiang Yanyu's location. Now when he looked back, he could no longer see Jiang Yanyu.

The cheers in the cabin spread to the deck, and Luo Qinglin's helplessness disappeared, but dense jealousy rose again.

He knew that Jiang Yanyu would not play that kind of game, but when he thought that Jiang Yanyu was accustomed to this kind of after party, he felt inexplicably unhappy.

Luo Qinglin almost forgot that Jiang Yanyu had never been in a relationship, but that didn't mean he had never done it with others.

Forget it, we are all adults, what does it matter whether we did it or not? Luo Qinglin didn't want to be an old-fashioned person, so he convinced himself in his heart.

Unfortunately, self-comfort could not drive away jealousy. The more Luo Qinglin thought about it, the more he cared. He raised his head in displeasure and drank all the wine in his hand.

The wine was mixed with vodka and whiskey and had a high alcohol content. The first sip burned Luo Qinglin's throat and heart.

Luo Qinglin couldn't help coughing a few times, wiped the wine remaining on his lips with the back of his hand, threw the empty wine glass on the deck, and continued to lie on the railing to watch the night view.

Luo Qinglin felt dizzy and drunken. He placed his hands on his cheeks and stared at the swaying water in a daze.

"Bonsoir." (Good evening)

Luo Qinglin was interrupted by a greeting when he was in a daze. He turned his head and found that the person who spoke was the blond-haired, blue-eyed male model who had winked at him at the show.

The male model came close, half of his body leaning against him.

Luo Qinglin came back to his senses immediately, stepped aside, pretended not to understand, and asked in a clear Chinese accent: "What did you say?"

The smile on the male model's face froze for a moment, but soon, he spoke in not-so-standard Chinese again, "My name is Alexandre, what's yours?"

Luo Qinglin was already upset about Jiang Yanyu's affairs, and he had just drunk a glass of strong liquor. The alcohol gradually took over his head, making him even more irritable.

"I don't have a name." Luo Qinglin said.

"I don't have...a name?" The male model thought this was his name and read it word for word.

Where did this fool come from?

Luo Qinglin shook his head, ignored the male model, and continued to stare at the double image on the water in a daze.

The male model failed to strike up a conversation, but he didn't feel embarrassed. He became more and more courageous. He put his arm on Luo Qinglin's shoulder and stammered, "You are beautiful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Luo Qinglin was pulled into a warm and familiar embrace before he could push away the arm on his shoulder.

Luo Qinglin did not struggle. He buried his head in the visitor's chest and sniffed the mint scent on his body.

I couldn't understand what the two of them said. After a few words, Luo Qinglin's neck was grabbed and pulled back, and he was forced out of the arms.

"What are you doing!" Having lost the mint smell, Luo Qinglin frowned, very dissatisfied.

"You..." Jiang Yanyu had a cold face at first, but when he saw Luo Qinglin's red cheeks and lips, he asked in a daze, "Have you been drinking?"

"Can't I drink?" Luo Qinglin stared and muttered softly, "I will drink it, I must drink it!"

Jiang Yanyu let out a light click of his tongue and immediately pulled open Luo Qinglin's sleeves and shirt. As expected, his arms and abdomen had turned red, a darker red than his face.

"Don't touch me," Luo Qinglin slapped Jiang Yanyu's hand away, "Men shouldn't touch each other."

Is this... drunk?

Jiang Yanyu put his hand in front of Luo Qinglin, made a "two" gesture, and asked, "What's this?"

"This is 'Yeah'." Luo Qinglin said with a blink.

This answer made Jiang Yanyu laugh. Jiang Yanyu reached out his hand, pinched Luo Qinglin's face and asked, "How much did you drink?"

"One glass." Luo Qinglin pointed at the wine glass that fell on the deck.

One glass of wine can make you like this? Jiang Yanyu smiled helplessly and pulled the person to sit on the wooden chair in the middle of the deck.

Sitting down, Jiang Yanyu hugged the man face to face and asked, "Why did you run away just now? You disappeared in the blink of an eye. I thought you were captured by a goblin."

"You are the demon," Luo Qinglin muttered, "a male vixen."

Jiang Yanyu laughed softly and said, "I am a fox spirit, so what are you? You can't let me be the only demon."

"I'm not a fairy, I'm just... a mortal." Luo Qinglin spoke slower and slower, and when he said "mortal", he sniffed.

Jiang Yanyu finally realized something was wrong, let go of Luo Qinglin and lifted his head up. The corners of Luo Qinglin's eyes were red, and his eyes were sparkling, as if tears were accumulating.

Jiang Yanyu panicked and wiped his eyes with her fingertips, and indeed felt a wetness, "You...why are you crying?!"

Luo Qinglin turned his head to the other side, his mouth turned down, and he trembled slightly. Tears began to flow down one by one.

"Why did you come here?" Luo Qinglin sobbed, "Fox spirit, I hate you!"

The author has something to say:

Luo Qinglin: The society is dead, let’s destroy it! (Lights a cigarette after waking up)

Jiang Yanyu: If someone gets drunk, just cry~